Intertwined. A scene of love and possession. [MF] [BDSM]

Their laughter trailed off a bit, and she looked down at the remnants of her salad. When she looked up again, his aqua eyes were staring at her intently.

“This was nice,” she managed to utter, hoping her voice didn’t shake as much as she thought it did.

“Yes, nice.” He smiled, and she detected a vibe of him humoring her, as if her nervousness were written on her face.
She couldn’t look at him anymore, so she quickly picked up the dishes and took them to the sink. She knew she somehow had to say what she had come to say, and it wouldn’t be easy with those eyes peering into her.
She opened her mouth, waiting for the words to magically form on her tongue, when he interrupted her.
“Leah.”
She jumped. His voice was closer than she thought it would be. He must have crossed the small distance from the table to the sink while she was absorbed in her own thoughts.

“I didn’t bring you here to do the dishes,” he said, a bit bemused.

“I know, I just… I needed to do something I guess,” she replied, busying her hands with the sponge.

“Why are you so nervous?” His voice was even closer now. She guessed he was mere inches from her, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. How could he affect her so much when she wasn’t even looking at him?

“I’m not nervous…” she lied. Scrub scrub scrub.

“Come on now, like you can keep a secret from me.”

She shook the water off her hands and turned turned to face him, saying “Michael, I…” She suddenly gasped. His body was now right in front of her, his strong frame imposingly close, leaning just slightly toward her. Clearing her throat she added, “I can’t do this anymore. It’s not right.”

“What, the dishes? You seem to have done a pretty good job on those.” His left hand found the edge of the sink, and she was closed in on one side.

She backed up and bumped into the counter, sputtering, “No, this. You and me. Our…this…whatever we are.”
He laughed and she detected a slight sinister tone.

“You really think you have a choice?” His right hand came up and cupped her chin, forcing her brown eyes to meet his now-glowering gaze.
She realized that she was no longer breathing.

“Do you think I don’t know that you dressed just for me? That you picked out that skirt, that top, every article of clothing you put on, anticipating my reaction to each one? I know you. I know that right between those silky thighs, you’re getting wet just hearing me talk.”

Her throat felt dry. She tried to swallow but she seemed incapable of moving of her own volition. She stood, transfixed, the small amount of resolve she had managed to build up dissolving like the soap bubbles in the sink. He brought his mouth nearer, almost pressing his lips to hers, before moving them to her ear.

“You belong to me. That is what you are. This is what we are.” His hand slipped down to her neck and closed slightly. “And I haven’t heard one single ‘sir’ all afternoon. Do you think this pleases me?”
The blood rushed to her face and she could feel the pulse in her neck under his strong fingers. Everything he said was right. She had imagined what he would think about each piece of clothing she put on, whether they would please him, what he would say. She showcased her cleavage because she knew he liked it, and yes, she could feel drops of moisture settling into those carefully chosen panties.

“I said, do you think this pleases me?”

“No…” she whispered.

“No? No what?” he growled into her ear.
Her eyes closed and she knew then she would always be his. She couldn’t fight it any longer. He was an extension of her, their minds and souls so intertwined that neither could ever be complete without the other.

“No, sir,” she whispered.

“Good, my pet, good. If I were a lesser man, I would have been worried for a moment there. Good thing I’m not.” He loosened his grip on her neck slightly and she took a deep breath.

“Let’s see if we can’t find a better use for that throat, hmm? Now do be a good girl, and I just might reward you.”
She felt a new urge rising from her core, a need to please, to give pleasure and make him happy. She instantly went to her knees and began unfastening his belt and pants.

“There’s my eager little pet,” he cooed, “see what I have in store for you.”
Her hands freed his cock, which was rock-hard and stood out at an angle from his body. She knew what he liked and immediately began licking the shaft in long, slow strokes.

“No, no, my dear, I’m afraid there isn’t time for all that. Right now you must make up for your transgressions.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved his member deep into her throat. Her eyes watered as she struggled to accommodate him so quickly. He started fucking her mouth, and she did her best to keep up, to be everything he wanted.

“Mmm,” he said, “yes, yes.” His rhythm increased in tempo and he said, “Normally I would allow you the honor of swallowing my cum, but today I need to see you wearing it.”
He pumped into her mouth a couple more times and then pulled out. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, and she obeyed, waiting to catch the pearly, sticky strands on her tongue.
He grunted as he stroked, cum landing all over her face, in her hair, and into her eager mouth.
He finished with a small shiver and gazed into her eyes once more.

“Clean yourself up,” he commanded as he fastened his pants, and she began to scoop all the cum into her mouth where she could swallow it.

“Now come here,” he stated, lowering himself into his recliner, “and sit at my feet.”

She walked over to him and sat on the floor, curling her legs to one side and laying her head in his lap. She inhaled his scent, clean with a bit of spice that she couldn’t place. It was Him, and she felt home again.

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They sat that way for some time, her head on his lap, his hand idly stroking her hair. Neither of them said a word; it was a comfortable silence between two people with an deep bond.

Soon, his hand movements slowed and his breathing became more regular. She realized once his hand was still that he had fallen asleep and she smiled at all the times she had teased him in the past about falling asleep so easily.

She quietly stood up and retrieved her purse from under the kitchen table where she had put it, what was it, hours ago now? Keeping an eye on the recliner, she padded quietly to the front door. She turned to the door, turning the knob slowly, cringing at each creak and click it made as it slowly rotated. She started to pull the door open, when a hand slammed it closed again. She jumped, and saw his hand in the middle of the wood, long strong fingers, the same that were previously wrapped around her throat.

A growl started low and deep in her ear, “Going somewhere?”

Her body began to tingle with excitement and fear. She could feel her nipples hardening as she pictured his face, and she added to the already copious moisture in her panties as she tried to speak. He didn’t wait for an explanation.

“You. Are. Mine.” The words came out in a low rumble, enveloping her as she stood transfixed. Electric shocks raced through her skin as his hands traveled all over her body.

“This is mine,” he said as he ran his hands over her stomach. “These are mine,” he murmured into her ear as he cupped and squeezed her firm breasts. He pulled her in one swift motion against his body, driving a small grunt from her lungs. “This is mine” he said, and thrust his hand down underneath her skirt. His finger slipped into her slit as though it belonged there, and he slid it into her dripping wet sex.

“I see you have it all ready for me. That is good because I’m planning on checking out my property very thoroughly tonight.” He took his wet finger and felt all around her pussy, realizing that she was freshly waxed. He purred and bit her earlobe.

“Very good, my dear little pet. This pleases me. Now let me see what’s under those clothes.”

He removed his hands from her and spun her around. Her purse fell to the floor and she slowly dropped her skirt and blouse beside it. She revealed black cotton panties and a bra that was low-cut, propping up her breasts, which heaved with her every breath. Small goosebumps prickled all over her arms and legs, and she couldn’t tell if it was the air or his stare that made her tremble. She wondered if he liked what he saw.

A smile slowly came to his face, as though he read her mind, answering her question, and she dared to venture a small smile of her own. Her eyes widened as his smile disappeared and he stepped to her, spinning her back around and pushing her into the wall all in one swift motion.

Her cheek rested on the cool drywall, and she heard anger in his voice as he swiftly removed her undergarments.

“Don’t think for one moment I’ve forgotten your past misconduct. All those cheeky little comments, your lack of commitment to me, your failure to do even the simplest of tasks.” He swiftly tore off her bra and pushed her chest into the wall. She could feel his cock against her ass through his pants. Her mind raced as she sought to please him.

“Please, sir, I–”

A flash of pain spread across her right buttcheek as his hand slapped it.

“No,” he said, surprisingly calmly, “You do not speak again until I tell you to.”

“Yessir,” she moaned through the pain.

Slap! “I don’t remember telling you to say a goddamn word.”

She stayed quiet, feeling the heat from the spanking spread across her ass. She realized that her wetness had increased and was dripping down her inner thighs. She knew she wanted this, deep down in her core, even needed it. Correction, discipline, a twisted kind of love that only existed between them.

His hands ran all over her soft, smooth skin. “Now, my sweet little pet, what to do with you… So many options. So many delights to be tasted and enjoyed. So many ways you exist to bring me pleasure.”

He cupped her breasts and moaned into her hair. “Your tits are perfect, and I’ve never seen their equal.” He pinched both her nipples between his fingers and pulled them, causing her tits to bounce heavily upon release.

“Mmph…” she groaned reflexively.

Slap! His hand came down again across her round ass, adding fire to the already burning skin.

“That wasn’t a word!” she cried out in defense, before she could stop herself.

He sighed heavily. “I try to be nice and this is how you repay me. Can’t even follow a simple command for five fucking minutes.”

He pulled her by the arm and sat down in his chair, placing her face down across his lap. He began an earnest spanking, lecturing her between each swat. “Do not ever think”—slap– “that I am anything but fair.” Slap. “That I give you any more or less than you deserve.” Slap. Her body tensed with each swat, the fire across her ass became more and more intense, but she dared not speak. He raised his hand to spank her ass one more time, then placed it on her back.

“I am also merciful,” he said, “and you did a lovely job of sucking me earlier.”

He pulled her up and onto his lap, so she was straddling him. For the second time that evening, they made real eye contact. He looked into her eyes silently, and she gazed back at him, hoping he could see her devotion. His mouth was soon on hers, his tongue probing. His kisses were deep, almost yearning, and for a moment she thought she could sense a bit of vulnerability in him. He truly did love her.

He broke the kiss and gathered himself again. “Get down,” he said, his voice the tiniest touch weaker than before. Obediently she climbed off his lap and stood before him. “Turn around,” he commanded, and she obeyed instantly. He pushed her somewhat gently to the floor and put her face down into the carpet. Her ass stayed high in the air, and he moved her legs apart with his foot. She heard the clanking and unzipping of his belt and pants, and she bit her lip with anticipation.

His heat was soon behind her and she felt his hard, hot cock against her freshly spanked ass. It almost burned. He slipped without any resistance into her wet cunt and began to fuck her, his hands on her hips. He pulled her into him with every thrust. His grunting soon became louder and louder.

“What a delicious cunt you have,” he said, “I’d almost forgotten. But I want what is truly mine—what no man has had before or since.”

His cock gleamed with her wetness as he pulled out of her aching pussy. She felt him spreading her ass cheeks and he spit onto her tiny asshole, more for show than for need of extra lubrication.

With one strong thrust, he was inside her ass. She almost screamed from the sudden cock inside her asshole, and from the burning of her cheeks, still reddened from her punishment. He took a bit of pity on her and thrust in and out slowly as she relaxed, truly enjoying him inside her. He ran his hand down the slope of her back and up her neck into her hair. He grabbed a handful and pulled her backward, her head now in his control. He continued riding her until he came, deep inside her ass. He pulled her head back as he spurted ropes of cum deep inside her, then let go, almost throwing her head forward.

“Good, good,” he panted, “Keep this up and you might just get your reward.”

He swatted her ass again—slap–and she squealed slightly as his cum ran down her leg and mixed with her own juices.

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